A Study in Fragrance Pt. 05

"Okay," he exhaled. "Let's see what that looks like." He turned in his chair and replaced his fingers with his lips, his tongue rubbing across the nubbly surface, sucking in slightly to pull more of her breast into his mouth.

"Fucckkkk!! Cos!" She brought her hands up to hold onto his head, the inside of her skull lighting up, her arousal flaring each time his tongue brushed across her crinkly skin. "But we can't! I'm so gross! I'm covered in sawdust and I'm disgus..."

He wrapped his arm around her lower back and in one swift movement stood up, lifting her with him, never pulling his mouth of her teat. She screamed in protest, laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him from falling over, her hands holding onto his head and shoulders as he walked her back through the kitchen to the sun room. When he got to the sectional, he slowly lowered her down, spreading one leg up the back and letting the other drift to the floor.

"Stop! Cos!" She was laughing, struggling with her position, emotionally more than physically. "I'm so gross! Don't!" Spreadeagled in front of him, she felt the tendril rising, her need to cover herself, to protect herself, even as she wanted him to do whatever he was going to do to her.

He knelt between her legs and stared at her pussy, slowly moving his fingers to her outer lips, gently pulling them apart to stare at the glistening pink folds. "You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, "you won't be such an innocent little kitten for much longer..."

He had said the last part so quietly she couldn't be sure she'd heard correctly over the blood rushing in her ears.

He leaned in and blew on her clit hiding behind her hood. She gasped and held his head. This is really happening! She'd never expected him to go down on her. It wasn't in her wildest imagination and then she gasped again as his tongue gently licked the crease between her outer lip and her thigh. Oh godddd, I'm so sticky, so wet, I must smell so gross! the tendril pulsing with each protest. And her thoughts were wiped clean by another movement of his tongue, moving across the top of her to linger on her clit. He pressed his lips to her, gently sucking in and she screamed a little, pushing on his head, holding him.

His hands held her legs apart as he dipped in and pulled back, blowing a cool stream of air against her opening. She squirmed, wanting to close her legs, but he kept them open, his mouth continuing to glide over her lips and clit. The more she squirmed, the more he continued.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she gasped every time he moved over her, embarrassment and arousal, the tendril thickening, lengthening, circling her brain. Her eyes closed, and she felt the tingling growing, lighting her up. She pushed her hips up and toward his mouth, wanting his tongue, wanting him to suck her again. "Oh FUCK COS!" The orgasm came up suddenly, like a tidal wave, washing over her. She stiffened, her butt trying to rise off the couch but held back by his mouth and hands. He kept licking, sucking her juices from her and she felt another wave hit, her hands pulling on his head, his ears, her legs bending at the knee to bring her feet across his back. "FUCKK!!!!" She had one final convulsion and lay back, letting go of his head.

He pulled back softly. She couldn't open her eyes yet, the waves washing over her. She imagined his face was wet, glistening with her juices and she giggled that he would do that to her...for her. She exhaled again, feeling sweat dripping from under her breasts. The couch! She laughed again at the thought she'd stained the couch and pulled her legs in.

When she did open her eyes, she saw him standing over her, naked and erect. Oh no! She hadn't expected him to...she stared at his face, searching, wondering if he meant to do what it looked like. "You...Cos...do you...?"

He just stared at her, feral, animal-like, his cock harder than she'd remembered and wasn't sure she was ready. He knelt down between her legs and slipped one finger into her, sliding it slowly up to the base of his hand.

Time to make a cat of this kitten? "You're tight." His voice was tight. "I don't feel anything stopping me." He looked up at her face and slowly slipped another finger in, spreading her channel, his callouses rough against her skin.

"Ouch! Fuck!"

He slipped the second finger back, raising his eyebrows.

"Your fingers are too rough for me," she looked at him softly and wrapped her hands around his face. "You want to fuck me..." She waited. "You want to put that hard cock inside me." She rubbed the stubble on his face, feeling him nod slowly. "I don't know if I'm ready...," she looked around the room, "and this isn't the most comfortable place."

But she knew he was on the brink and needed relief. The memory of one of the videos from earlier in the day, of a woman lying with her head hanging off a bed, the guy slowly feeding his cock into her mouth. She didn't think she could take him very far in that way, but it lit her up thinking she could try.

"I want to try something else, Cos. Would you be okay waiting...if we did something else instead?" She stroked his neck and backed up along the couch until her neck was on the arm. "I don't think I'll be very good at it, but I want you to try and fuck my mouth. I want to see how far down my throat you can go. Would that be okay?" Even after the shower, she knew he would smell, but better that then what he wanted. She wasn't willing to go there...not yet.

He just shook his head and she got worried he wouldn't do it, but he slowly got up and walked behind her head, taking it in his hands and slowly rotating it back. "You are fucking beautiful," he said, lowering his cock toward her face. The crown hit her nose and stopped and then pulled away. "This isn't going to work," he told her. "You need to rotate around, let your head drop off the front. Maybe put your legs up the back."

She understood and scooted around, bending her torso and letting her legs travel straight up, her feet splayed out from her knees. She could only imagine how she looked: like a raggedy-anne doll, flopped on the couch.

He knelt down and this time his cock jutted toward her mouth. Rising up a little he was able to get it in and tilting her back further, got it aligned with her throat.

"OH FDCKDFK thssfllsgrdd!"

He pulled out. "What was that? Y'kay?"

She nodded, laughing. "I was just saying how fucking great it felt. Do it again, but really slow. I don't know how deep I'll be able to take you, but I want you to just fuck my face with that beautiful cock." She didn't know where she was getting the language, but she remembered his reaction the other day when she cursed. She'd heard enough of it in the porn and from the articles that she went with it, hoping it excited him.

He slipped the crown in again and slowly made his way to the back of her mouth, her tongue working to get out of the way, to get flatter, to make room. She slipped her hands up the back of his thighs to his buns, feeling the sweat and the hair, feeling his muscles working. She held his cheeks open, knowing the air would be cool on his asshole.

He was only a third of the way in when he got to the top of her throat and she felt her stomach clench like she was going to throw up. The one thing all the articles kept telling her was to breathe. If she breathed she couldn't retch. She started breathing, opening her throat and forcing her stomach to stop. She imagined his cock sliding into her, her saliva was filling her mouth and she couldn't swallow it. It started leaking, dripping down her cheeks to her ears, tickling her, and he moved again. And her stomach clenched again, and she let out a massive belch. He wasn't stopping and she was holding his cheeks, almost ready to tap out, when he moved again and she belched again, but her stomach had settled, and she breathed and felt him bottom out, her nose buried into his ball sac.

Her mouth was flooding, spit coming out onto her neck, tears running down her cheeks, her nose running. She couldn't move but she wasn't panicked, just pinned. He kept himself inside her, holding still, while his hands moved to her breasts and played with her nipples. She wanted to groan, but couldn't make a noise without disturbing the equilibrium they were in. And then he began to pull out, slowly, rubbing his cock along the top of her throat and her stomach cramped a little, but she kept breathing, her hands holding onto his ass cheeks like they were a lifesaver and she was drowning.

"I'm going to back in, kitten," he said it softly. It wasn't a request, just a statement of fact. She'd asked him to fuck her face and he was going to do it, but she didn't understand what he'd called her, slightly alarmed. And he moved himself into her again, and she focused on her breathing. It wasn't so bad this time, but her body was on fire: everything was lit up, her muscles cramping, her toes curling. Her thoughts were all over the place, trying to get comfortable, trying not to throw up, imagining his vein covered shaft slipping into her throat. And then her nose was up against his scrotum again and she knew he was getting close: his balls were starting to rise up, the skin tickling her as it tightened. She grunted, urging him to cum in her throat, wanting him to get off and wanting it to be over all at the same time. She moved her fingers in between his cheeks until her tips found the crinkled skin there, and she pushed gently, not knowing if she could bear him pushing his cock deeper into her. But she could feel the effect on him, his shaft and crown growing slightly, cutting off her airway. She almost panicked but remembered to inhale through her nose, carefully, trying not to breathe in the snot that was running there, and when she felt the air coming into her lungs she relaxed, knowing she'd be okay.

And then she felt him stiffen and moments later she smelled his semen jetting into her. Other than the smell, there wasn't any taste except for the salt from his shaft. Imagine that. The thought popped up even as she imagined what she looked like: stripped and flopped on the couch, a caveman's cock shoved deep into her throat, her fingers playing with his asshole. She would have shook her head in disbelief if she could move, but she was still at his mercy, his thighs and cock continuing to jerk.

Her heart was beating hard, but she was able to keep breathing, letting him climax and not wanting to rush him. I just did that!!! I just fucking deep-throated!!! She couldn't believe it, and she wasn't sure she ever wanted to do it again, but at least she could say she'd done it!

He slowly pulled back, his cock shrinking as he pulled it out. The remaining cum pulled along with it, its bitter-saltiness trailing across her tongue. She finally could take a full breath, inhaling deeply, and twisting her body around so she could bring her head up straight. She knew she must look like a fucking mess, with drool and snot and tears, her face must be totally puffy and red. Her thoughts a swirl of pride, ecstasy echoing from her orgasm, shame and pride, and humiliation and joy.

He just stood and stared at her as she swung around, shaking his head, looking for a chair or someplace to sit. "Fucking incredible." He moved his fingers through his hair and down across his belly, grabbing his dick. "That can't possibly be your first time."

She pressed her lips together, her eyes smiling in spite of how awful she felt. She nodded. "Believe it dude. Second time I've had a dick in my mouth...well third if you count the thing I did the other day, and first time deep throating. Did you like it?" She looked at him earnestly. She was serious. It felt awful to her, but it better fucking have felt good to him!

He nodded and looked away, letting her see he how uncertain he was believing her. "I gotta go."

She stood under the shower for the third time that day, washing the grime off her skin and the dust out of her hair. It was getting late. She hadn't eaten, she needed to clear out her closet and she had an early start time in the morning. She sighed at what she'd done, the black dot of worry starting to spin. "Focus on the work," she repeated the mantra her coach had given her. "Focus on the work."

Dried off and standing in front of her closet, she did a quick inventory. So much fucking shit she had, but getting rid of it was harder than just letting it sit. Starting in one corner, she grabbed as much as she could into her arms and walked it down to Joanie's room, dumping it on the bed. She looked around and calculated. "Fucckkk...." Three armfuls later and the bed was covered, shoes and clothes starting to cascade onto the floor. She had only emptied a third of the closet. The next load went to Frankie's room, and then Barbie's and 30 minutes later her closet was empty, her junk piled into the three bedrooms.

She hadn't been hungry after the beating her stomach had taken, but now, almost two hours later it started to growl. She made a peanut butter and honey sandwich, salvaged a banana and flipped through her phone before she realized how exhausted she was. Her friends had all been wondering where she was, liking her bug-eyed snapshot and posting the club they had decided to hang at. Dragging herself up to her room, she wanted nothing more than to just dive into the bed and crash. She groaned when she saw the mess of linens and crap on her bed. 10 minutes later, the bed made, too tired to drag on PJs, she flopped onto the bed and was almost asleep before she could turn out the light.